They kept their promise. At 7.30 this morning only Karol and Rafal rolled up in Boss Builder's large grey van (both of them are whippet thin, by the way, and very young). They were the ones making - and taking the delivery. It was a joist-hoist, or girder-herder, or real-steel-deal (structural engineers, please supply the correct term)...Anyway, its purpose is to do the heavy lifting of the steels once these have been positioned on the whatsitsname.
Karol assured me that they would all be cooking (or rather, the girlfriends of some of them would be) on Christmas Eve. Carp of course, frozen or, as he put it, 'not dead', got from one of the many Polish shops along Ealing Broadway where they are staying. 
For anyone who doesn't know London, Ealing has been a mini-Poland since the end of WWII, when special dispensation for Poles was made to by-pass Britain's tough immigration laws of the time, because the Polish contribution to the British war effort had been both great and indispensable. Where would the Battle of Britain have been without them, or the storming of Monte Casino or the various skirmishes in the deserts of North Africa?
Happy Christmas, guys. See you on 27th.